I Write to Heavens for thy Nation (ix)
The Ones who Stayed
when the Soil,
hugged them with knives,
I write of...
Dear Heavens,
I write today,
Of the ones whose heart
Is a broken glass.
Yet remained with hope
that their broken hearts
will be gathered And made one.
with faith to hold So dear.
I write Of the traders
Who Opens her Shop
before the Sun kisses the earth.
believing the day will hug them with blessing.
I write Of the farmers
who still Sow their Seed
In Soil that Carries pain,
And shared sorrow of his fruit.
I write Of the teachers,
who Continued to teach
Even when Hope Never Came to Class.
many has left the nation.
many Still dream of leaving
did You not See them?
they have become the trees
Who bend before Storms Arrive
Yet refuse to break like river Sudan
they Refused to Stop their Journey,
despite the Injury they Carried on their body.
they remain: building, creating, Praying
Believing that A day Will Come
When Joy and peace will kiss their heart.
I do not write Of the Pain,
Dear heavens I write of the resilience
the Stubborn faith that dwells with tyrants
Always finding reasons to Smile when
disappointment Fed them breakfast.
Dear heaven,
do hear their inner voice,
For thy nation Still yearn for Your word.
Funmilayo Bayo
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